“Hey, hey, so you were there too when it happened, Yun Jian?” One of the cla.s.smates quickly asked Yun Jian with br.i.m.m.i.n.g excitement.

Everyone in the cla.s.s wanted to know.

Although the boy claimed that his aunt was around, he had only heard from his aunt after all. It was not something he had seen with his own eyes.

If Yun Jian was really there, then she would definitely know about the entire incident.

Actually, Chen Xinyi was rather eager to know about what happened in the mall as well, but it was not her intention to make Yun Jian the center of everyone's attention, so she blinked apologetically at the girl.

In a good mood, Yun Jian returned a smile at Chen Xinyi and met eyes with the antic.i.p.ating gazes in the cla.s.s as she nodded. “Yup, I was there.”

“Tell us then! What happened on that day! Were those criminals really killed by a teenage girl?” The cla.s.smate who could not help his thrill asked Yun Jian again, his gaze gleaming in admiration.

There was a small upward tug on Yun Jian's lips. She arched her brow looking at her curious peers. “If I said that I killed those terrorists, would you believe it?”

What?

The cla.s.s was flabbergasted when they heard her.

She was the person who killed the terrorists?

Doing a double take, Yun Jian fit the description of a fifteen to sixteen years old.

The girl who was said to kill the terrorists was around this age too.

Did she really kill them?

“It's just a joke.” Yun Jian dissolved the tense atmosphere in the next second.

Her half-hearted words, however, relaxed the kids.

That was more reasonable. How could she come back to school so soon after killing someone? She would have to be held in custody at the police station for at least a few days.

The cla.s.s went off to their own business after that.

Chen Xinyi and Zhang Shaofeng, however, scampered to Yun Jian after the crowd dispersed.

“Jian Jian, you must be the one who killed those guys, right?” Chen Xinyi asked in a whisper, coming close to Yun Jian.

Zhang Shaofeng was only gazing at Yun Jian like he was wors.h.i.+pping a deity.

Yun Jian nodded unnoticeably and looked at Zhang Shaofeng. “Did you train on your own when I wasn't here?”

“Yes, of course I did! Master, I worked hard in training” Zhang Shaofeng who was pinpointed reeled in his admiration toward Yun Jian and flaunted his muscles, flexing them to Yun Jian in a silly manner.

Zhang Shaofeng and Chen Xinyi were already getting used to Yun Jian's logic-defying performances. After all, both of them were witnesses to enough incidents which took place previously.

“Master, so when will you teach me some more exciting tricks?” Zhang Shaofeng came forward asking with a grin after showing off some more.

“We'll see after you master throwing chopsticks.” Yun Jian pressed her lips together into a small smile.

Throwing chopsticks was the first thing she asked Zhang Shaofeng to practice. It was simple.

Placing an empty beer bottle on the floor, Zhang Shaofeng was to throw chopsticks into it from afar. Each chopstick counted.

It was a no brainer, but in the future, when Zhang Shaofeng practiced enough and could easily throw chopsticks into a faraway beer bottle, his foundational work would be close to completion. It was because a whole lot of techniques were intricately tied to this seemingly simple action.

Firearms were one example, where the requirement was a precise aim. It was like throwing chopsticks. One would score with every chopstick thrown into the bottle, while one would shoot the target with every precise aim of the gun.

The theory behind it was the same.